This is a song about "In the trap house"

You want a big house cz your living in the street

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

House gets raided at 3 in the morning

Im in my fort house stuntin like henry the five/

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Takin' over the scene, couple stacks for the feature

Call it the trap house, i got the mouse, call it the little heater,

I got that scrap of crap on the map to wrap and strap you in a trap

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Everybody in the house was swingin' on my style,

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

I'm moving in for the kill, and i've got the trap set,

House and then the mini flat apartment in the city cracks,

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps